Cast away coins ...

I'm writing about someone I knew - 

Each memory is like an antique coin -

I search for the coins in the dark earth - 

I hold them in my hand - 

How many coins are there, I wonder, hidden in the ground ? - 

Each one waits for light - 

Each one as bright and as unmarred as when it was cast away - 


18.55
Tuesday 21 November 2017

The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset